She was like a mother to me...and I betrayed as a daughter will betray her mother and yet, never stop loving her.
Philippa GregoryAnd โ I think you know, donโt you? โ that I love you, Anne.โ I feel as if I have been living in a loveless world for too long. The last tender face I saw was my fatherโs when he sailed for England. โYou do? Truly?โ โI do.โ He rises to his feet and pulls me up to stand beside him. My chin comes to his shoulder, we are both dainty, long-limbed, coltish: well-matched. I turn my face into his jacket. โWill you marry me?โ he whispers. โYes,โ I say.
Philippa GregoryIn a way. Magic is the act of making a wish come about. Like praying, like plotting, like herbs, like exerting your will on the world, making something happen.
Philippa GregoryGood Evening , Sir John. I hope that you will accept a little gift from me.' I should be honored, Your Majesty.' I want to give you a little carved stool from my privy chambers. A pretty little piece from France. I hope you will like it.' I should be grateful.' It is for your daughter. For Jane. To sit on. She seems not to have a seat of her own but she must borrow mine.
Philippa Gregory